away nothing's been the same Don't know what I'm living for Here I am so alone And there's nothing in this world I can do Chorus Until you're back here
t flow That is a no, no, no, cause I flow just like a all-pro So now I'm ready to go, cause I'm open now Competition that's dissin gets broken down So
what, say what?) Cause I can, break backs and stacks, it's no problem (no problem) Make raps and tracks and go Harlem I get worldwide coverage I got so
good We've done the right thing like you knew we would Because we are here for your dancing pleasure With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure Now
I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on
Jesus It's hard, it's hard We need help out here So we searchins for Black Jesus It's like a Saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
I hear sirens Man, I hate those punk police I'm finna lounge in the cut and duck one I popped his ass and that was just for fun That's what the muthafucka
Betha's now preachin the Psalms (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like
is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let
bust that shit [Verse 2] I'll never happened to me that's what I always said now I'm locked down 50 thou that's for bail I think I'm going to spend it
, nigga what I take flight, soarin to higher heights I'm so tight that God bless everything I write Plus I stick to your ribs at night I'm like oatmeal
the phrase that pays Old Eddy Hayes it's time to blaze One of L.A.'s that's born and raised Now that we've got ourselves a little more acquainted Ain
Because we are the MC's that's all alone And when we get on the mic it's back to back I said that we're the crew that leads the pack And we'll teach ya
rock with it Ow! Yeah, baby, ha ha! That's it, aha, ain't it funky now? Ha ha ha ha, that's it Huh! Ain't it funky now Uh! Uh! Uh! Ain't it, ain't it
And sell tapes from here to hong kong [AFROMAN] I met dolly parton in Tennessee Her titties were filled with hennesee That country music really drove me crazy But I rode that
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had. I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one
what I'm sayin'? He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said Woo, good morning ladies You like that shit man? Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man I tell